Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' magic, gettin' stuck like traffic
On the back of his head, S.P.M.
Boys down with me, like four tires
Got Benz's and 'Lac's and candy
Try to make it rich, bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, that's a crazy
Was my first love, that I admit
Watchin' dope fiends fight for half a
Do rappers know, how it really go
Or are they just another fake on the
I listen to the 'Pac, I to the Pat
My homie's either dead or in the kitchen cookin'
Boys stare, take it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or should I let my hair
I know it don't stop, even though try
45 years, in like a homicide

SPM]
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And pull so
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so

[VERSE 2:
The has got me on edge
I'm gettin' closer to spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, then I'm
Man, probably best
'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the
Or either rocked wit' a glock fulla'
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't wanna' be the one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in same game, I to change things
whoever says I just wanna see lead fly
The done sped by, now that's where your head lie
I be cruzin' the back street, my screw tape bang
The coop stay swangin' through the two-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll
Out the dirty, coast
What the deal like baby, is real life
This is what it like, when you in the trill life
This is what it still like, still fly the to Los
I''d like to welcome y'all on of S.P. bro'

SPM]
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And pull so
And so heavily
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so

[VERSE 3:
I'ma strong, stronger then they thought
I made 'em so sick when I it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I spark
South Park, slap 20's on my Ark
Money ain't a thing, will I love it
that's why the Lord gave me plenty of it
I it on my homies, spent it on my kids
I put a diamond necklace in my fridge
But all the jealousy me drugged up
I try to stuff a fuckin' ounce in one blunt
So many enemies, for no good
Guess mad cause I make the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car wishin' I would drop dead
Now I'm on lock, they still can't take it
Homie, I'm the king of shit, man face it

[CHORUS:
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so